'[Now] there were lots of places that you couldn't just pass through like a breeze. No, there was no point in dreaming about it, in this new world where there wouldn't be anything like it anymore - in this world each step required an improbable effort and searing pain. The old days were long gone. The magical, wonderful world was long dead. It didn't exist anymore. And there was no point in whining about it for the rest of your life. You had to spit on its grave and never look back."Dmitry Glukhovsky, Metro 2033
Growing up? Geopolitics? Origins of our species? Old love? Home? Illness? The fall?
What grave did you spit on lately?
One love...
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